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POEM: Home

Home,The place I would always miss;The haven that will always be bliss;The retreat I share my perfect kiss;The hideout that sync with my kinesis;The abode that far away from the dark abyss;The ground filled with love oasis.Home, No matter how far you roam;You’ll come back for your comb;To loosen the boiling blood loam;And just like a healing syndrome;It takes away the ohm;Replace the resistance with honeycomb.Home,Just where the space in their heart,Perfectly reserved for you when you are apart;So stretch your stress away, dump you hatred elsewhere, and stay, just stay.